what are your thoughts on fauxcest? Like roleplay incest between ppl who arent related
My thoughts about Fauxcest are often and wildly erotic.
I personally adore it because I'm a perverted girl and I have yet to be in a relationship of any sort that hasn't had Fauxcest.
I really like all of the aspects of it too, there's so many dynamics you can do with it. Like sure there's your (in my opinion) base level of Fauxcest, Daddy/Mommy/Parent type stuff, and then there's more bratty dynamics with having Sister/Brother/Sibling dynamics, but there's always potential for stuff in polycules to have more fun and odd stuff, like oh! "My Mommy dom has a girlfriend who is her sister, so I have a fun sex aunt" I love that kind of stuff, especially when you make it personal for the people you're with and tailor the dynamic personally.
The second part of the story I spruced up, nothing really to note here.
You leaned down, pressing a chaste and quick kiss to her parted lips, your hands still sunk into the plump flesh of her thighs. Though the kiss didn't last long, not when your real prize lay just a little below, you shifted until you could take one of those tempting nipples into your mouth, swiping your tongue along the simple bar that pierced the nipple, reveling in the metallic taste that danced along your tongue. Your head was bowed now, but you could hear the effect on her, those low groans melting into soft whiney whimpers, her chest shuddering with deepened lustful pleasure. You kept your hips as still as you could manage, but the way she kept arching her own hips, squirming and all but bucking up against you, it was hard to.
You couldn't wait any longer, not when lust, and desire, and need, was welling up in your chest, like an open wound spilling crimson onto the amber sands of the beach. You pulled your hips back, switching your mouth to her other nipple, the way she whined at the loss of fullness from the toy had your cunt clenching around nothing, stars the way she sounded now was better than any drug you dream of. You had to have her, had to fill her, had to ruin her. You switched your oral ministrations to her mouth once more, tongue pressing forward, swallowing those needy whines, tasting the faint bitter silicone on her own tongue yet, and finally started fucking her proper.
Your hips snapped forward, driving the toy into her as far as your could, the heavy red knot pressing against the rim of her eager hole once more "L-lover" She managed to plead weakly "Lover please" a desperate and eager begging from your desperate and eager girl "Yes? My good girl?" You murmured from around the kiss "Please" came the broken whisper "Please fuck me" you would have teased her more, drawn out more of those pathetic sounds if you had the patience, if your own desire wasn't already soaking into the harness, and even going so far as to drool down your thighs, but you needed her.
"Of course, My good girl" you would groan into the messy kiss, before you started an sharp pace of thrusting into her, every thrust into her only pulled out louder moans and guttural whines anew, all happily swallowed in the kiss. Quickly, with the pace set, her hips with rolling and bucking in time with yours, each thrust opening her up more and more, and you could tell she was desperate for the knot already.
Each sound, every jerking movement, the flush of her skin, the bob of her cock, it was all being ingrained in your memory, you only wish you had the foresight to have started recording this, oh well, you'd simply have to recreate it later in front of a camera, just so you could watch it back. Though already, her eyes were getting that happy fuzzy glaze in them, you knew she was enjoying this, but seeing go all cock dumb for a silicone toy strapped to your hips was bliss, but you wanted her aware, you wanted her to look at you, you wanted her to watch you ruin her.
Letting go of her her thighs, you shifted her legs over your shoulder, leaning over her more, driving the toy in deeper at a new angle, her sounds pitched higher, reaching a peak of inaudible whine as you pumped yourself into her, your hands, now free, went for her wrists, pinning them above her head in the chair "C'mon Good Girl, Look at me, watch me, don't you dare take your eyes off me" And oh stars did she ever, the focus returned in her eyes, the obedience coming before all else.
Your name was spilling from her lips now, over and over again, like a prayer to a divine creature, and the way she was looking at you, it made you feel holy as well, like you were her god, her one and only, her everything, able to reduce her into nothing, or build her up into something far grander than she could ever hope to be. She was close now, you could tell. The way her hip movements were getting more uncoordinated, the way she was leaking from her cock, the way she was squeezing around the toy. "Please Lover" she managed between breathless and broken moans "PleasePleasepleasepleasePLeAse I'm so fucking close please please let me cum pleaseeeee" Oh you would, but not before you made her take the knot, you needed to fill her.
You pushed harder, thrusted deeper, pressed your hips forward with need anew. You didn't stop her eyes from glazing over this time, not when they threatened to roll back into her head like this "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkkk" Came the pleading and broken whimpers, just before you managed to slip the heavy knot inside her hole. A constant stream of sweet precum was interrupted by a heavy gush of cum painting her chest with alabaster nectar. You reached down by your hip, finding the plunger for the toy, and depressed it with a groan, knowing she was feeling full already, and enjoying the thought of only making it better for her.
Her body froze, arched off the chair, painted with sweat, cum, and the golden sands that still clung to her legs, her cock was twitching hard still, and the spurts of cum slowed back down into a lazy drool of creamy sweetness. The comedown took some time, but eventually she slumped back into the chair, cooing and moaning softly, you didn't pull out, not yet, not when you could simply lean forward, lay against your girl, enjoy the heavy breath, and pounding thrum of her heart in her chest. Her hands eventually came down to caress at your shoulders and back, drawing idle patterns in the flesh of your shoulders "So, Does my good girl want a round two?" You chuckled with a slight roll of your hips, making her whine and gasp "Please, I need a drink first" she groaned weakly "But we're not done with that for the night, don't you worry, Lover" she murmured with a low breath.
This is an old story of mine for someone that I've rewritten, It used to be like, 10 paragraphs and a little less well written, but I've cleaned it up and spruced it up. I do have to break it into two parts, it's just a litttlllle long
Hope you all enjoy~
The waves on the beach, the screeching seagulls overhead, the hot sun beating down from the horizon, it was a beautiful day for lounging on the beach.
Said beach was of course private, the two of you had paid a pretty penny to rent out the area for the month, including a rather quaint cabin a ways up, and of course you had christened the cabin a fair few times over the past week, leaving your fair share of mixed fluids in the sheets, and the couch, and the loveseat, the kitchen counter, against several walls, the shower, the bathroom sink, and once even bent over the railing of the porch. But none of that was of consequence now.
Not when you were finally enjoying the beach with your girl. Your girl, who was currently, in her words "melting like a sloppy ice cream cone on the fuckin' pavement" She really wasn't used to heat of any kind, much more comfortable in the snow or rain.
She was sweating far more than you were, even under the shade of her beach umbrella, even as she was lounging in her chair. But you weren't really paying attention to her suffering....well you were, I mean after all, the thought of her sweaty and musky would do things to you on a bad day, but on a good one like this? It would be borderline enough to drive you wild. But that's not why you were distracted, no, it was her attire.
See, normally your girl was always about covering up, she loved to bum around in her oversized hoodies and sweatpants, always covered up. Sure she wasn't shy about flashing you, or lounging around naked with you, but she was punky, and preferred comfort over style any day of the week. Which is why you were staring. Currently, she was wearing a one piece swimsuit, a leopard print too. She had said "Makes me look like a hot milf, I dig that shit" when you had gone shopping with her to pick one out, her first "girly" swimsuit was a big choice after all, but with her wearing something so much more revealing than her normal attire, it was hard not to stare.
Her arms were scared faintly, a mixture of a lifetime of roughing it, and serries of bad depression episodes that painted fine white lines between her intricate lines of tattooed flesh, she was strong, but she didn't have any showy muscles, all her muscles were practical, and earned from hard work out on farms and factories rather than the gym. Her legs just as much so, more winding tattoos of vines, and band logos, and doodles, strong calves, thick thighs that were still covered in those scars. That plump and pudgy tummy, the pleasing heft of her chest pulled tight in the fabric of the swimsuit, it was working you up far more than any of the time you spent on your back for her in the cabin. And you had just the thing to ramp this lazy lounging up to an 11.
You went digging into your bag for your surprise gift, the bad dragon dildo that she had been drooling over since before you had met her years ago even. The Rex, with cum tube and strap-on harness. You had lost track of how many times she had drooled over the thought of the toy and talked with fevor about all the things she could do to you with it. Fortunately for you, the toy had gone on sale only a month before the two of you had planned this little vacation, and you just had to grab it for her.
You hid the surprise gift behind your back (with some difficulty, there was so many straps and the tube and stars if this thing wasn't big) and strode over to her spot in the sand. The beach chair dipped slightly as she turned to face you, and up close she was even more alluring. The sand that dusted her legs occasionally caught rays of light, almost looking like microscopic crystals embedded in her skin, and even through her scratched sunglasses you could see her eyes light up.
"Lover" she purred, her lips splitting into that easy, charming grin. She was always pretty...well no, not pretty, she was hot, attractive, a fucking bombshell sure, but she was more of a rugged sort of handsome girl, the punky vibe the girl had come to be known for played into that, especially with the variety of piercings that lined her face, snake bites, a nose ring, a set of eyebrow bars, a slew of piercings in her ears. Not to mention her face, long black hair (it was always a nightmare when she redyed it) her eyes, always half lidded like she was glaring, yeah, your girl was handsome~ "What cha got there lover?" She hummed curiously, already trying to lean to the side to peek behind you.
"A surprise" you replied, a flutter of nerves in your stomach, you knew she'd like it, but you could never get rid of the nervous flutters in your chest, not like her at least, your girl was always so sure-footed, so sure of herself, she really was amazing "Do me a favor, close your eyes" Your girl gave a pleased little chuckle, before leaning back in her chair "sure, of course lover" she hummed, and just like that, her eyes were closed.
You forget sometimes, that the same girl who would whisper dirty things into your ear in public, the same girl who would pin you down and edge your orgasm for the better part of an hour, the same girl who would fuck you senseless into the pillows, was a switch. She was so in control of herself all the time, and to be fair you loved being her bottom, her pretty puppy girl to order around and take it. But you did get your streaks of dominance, and right now, that streak was flaring up.
Something about seeing her like this, exposed to you and you alone, mindlessly obeying an order, no, not even an order, a request. Well...it made your heart race. "Good, now keep 'em closed for me, good girl" you murmured. Oh the little falter in her demeanor should be illegal. The way that cocky smile faltered, the little part of her lips, the ever faint breath she took, it was bliss. Your girl still tried to keep up the attitude though "Oh? I'm a good girl now am I?" She purred, but it was just bravado now, you could tell by the way her thighs clenched and there was a faint movement from the front of her swimsuit.
"Yes, specifically you're my good girl" you murmured, practically preening as you watched the reaction you were getting, but there would be time for that later, for now you focused on getting your bikini bottoms off, shoving them down with your one free hand and kicking them to the side, you had to be careful while you strapped on the silicone knotted dog cock, you didn't want the noise to clue her in. You could tell she was trying to listen, her ears straining to give her any context of what's to come. You moved carefully, taking gentle steps in the warm sand underfoot until you were standing beside her chair, beside her face. She half turned her head, looking right up at you. You thought for a moment that she had to have peeked, but you were reassured by the look of uncertainty that painted her grin "Lover?" She chirped nervously.
You shifted just a little closer, the tip of the toy just under her nose, and watched with barely restrained glee as she sniffed curiously, her brow scrunching up at the scent of silicone, likely she knew it was familiar but couldn't place where she had smelt it before "L-lover?" Oh the uncertainty in her voice was like a drug, the anticipation was so much fun to use as a toy.
"Open your mouth for me, good girl" you murmured quietly, the tremor in your voice betraying your nerves. But she did it, after a moment of another confused sound, she opened her mouth, her tongue pressing against her lower lip. Fuck if it wasn't a sight to see, the little red flush on her cheeks that open mouth, warm, wet, inviting. You couldn't help yourself, pushing the tip of your silicone cock forward until the tip slid along her tongue and into her open mouth.
The sound she made was sinful, the little surprised whine, the slight recoil, the heavier flush painting her face. But she still melted into it, the moment she realized what was on her tongue, she leaned forward into it, taking more of your fake cock into her mouth, you might not be able to feel it, but it made you groan all the same, an eager girl wrapping her lips around your cock and all but moaning around it.
You let your fingers tangle in her hair, and started to roll your hips, gentle shallow thrusts, easing more and more into her eager mouth, watching enthralled as every time you pulled out, more and more drool was coated the red length of the knotted cock, up until the point where she was gagging as it nudged at the back of her throat, her hands splayed against your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh, nails sure to leave little crescent marks, bound to sting later, but right now it was bliss, it was passion, it was her need for you incarnate.
Pulling away from her mouth, you watched her gasp and sputter briefly, a string of drool connecting her lips to your cock for an agonizingly long moment. Stars, she even tried to lean forward to pull you back into her mouth, but your hands in her hair pulled her back, making her whine. As tempting as it was to fuck her throat until she was a mess, you had other ideas. You shifted your grip to her shoulders, pushing her back down to the chair, fumbling by the bend until you found the lever, sending the chair flat and your girl onto her back with a startled yelp.
Her eyes were still closed, she was so obedient, such a good girl for you. Even when you started to tug at the straps of her one piece, pulling it down, exposing those heavy tits to your grasp, the pierced nipples calling to you. In due time of course. You straddled her stomach, letting the heavy silicone toy rest rest between her tits "Feel that, pretty girl?" You whispered huskily, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her chest, pulling them apart so you could settle the toy between them properly, rolling your hips gently, sliding it up and down between her tits "All of that? It's going inside you"
That pulled another whimper from your girl, you couldn't see her eyes still, and that wouldn't do, you wanted her to look at you, wanted to see that look of need in her eyes. So you reached down to pluck the sunglasses from her face, tossing them to the side onto the sand "Open your eyes, look at me" you murmured, low and demanding. Those eyes, those dark forest greens were wide, meeting your gaze, full of the dark need that you needed "Fuck you're so pretty" you grunted, giving another roll of your hips, letting the tip bump against her throat before you started to shimmy down, pulling her swimsuit as you went, finally tossing it off to the side, leaving her bare for you again.
The sun had painted her skin, a faint darker tone on her arms and legs, a clear line from where she had been wearing her one piece, the sight left you breathless. Her cock was hard, already leaking sweet beads of precum that would roll down the underside of her shaft, making your mouth water. There would be time for that later though, you were more invested in what lay lower. You finally settled between her knees, your hands shifting under her knees and pushing them up towards her chest. Your girl squeaked, the red flush on her cheeks painted lower, until her throat was tinted red.
Your prize lay in sight, with those plush thighs lifted up like that, your silicone cock was pressing against the rim of her hole. You'd have to go slow, but you knew she could handle it, at least with a little help. You reached back to your waist and pressed the plunger of the cumtube, letting a healthy dribble of the cum-like lube seep out, coating her hole in the lubrication Pressing forward into her was divine, the way she arched was exquisite, her low groan was more beautiful than any symphony you could imagine. Her fingers scrabbled against the back of the chair as inch by inch, you pressed the toy into her, the base of the harness pressing back against you and giving you a delicious spark of pleasurable friction.
"Thaaaaaat's it, good girl, taking it so good for me, sooooo good" you murmured sweet praises down upon your girl, and you could feel the way it affected her, every gentle roll of your hips slipped more and more into her, until the bulbous knot was nestled against her hole. Stars it was amazing. Briefly you wondered if this was what she felt, when she was atop you, the need to dominate, the desire to see you broken, that all consuming urge to own you in your entirety. You didn't get this urge very often but when you did, it wasn't this strong. No, something about the setting, something about how she was laid out under you, it was driving you wild.
Ok so like a few years ago, I got really into giving good compliments as a sadism thing. If your observational skills are good enough and you're half decent at writing and delivery, you can cause someone to shed tears, to struggle to even parse what you're saying and repeat it back over and over, and force them to engage with differences between negative aspects of their identity and reality. Most people just aren't very good at giving compliments, so a lot of people have a really low tolerance for it. I mean in large part I just really like making cute girls cry. But also this is probably not what you mean by having a praise kink?
I adore doing this, watching someone, observing them, really looking at them, noticing those little ticks and habbits that everyone has, asking questions about them until you can trave the whole path of why they do something, make them realize things that they themself don't even realize and then further pointing out why they do it.
It's intimate, it's forcefully baring their soul, it's making them open up to you in a way they never even could conceive of. It's like curling your fingers along a wound they didn't know they had, collecting smears of blood on a wound just to make them wince and look at you with that awe inspired look because nobody else had seen the wound.
It breaks a person down, stripping them of the shell and wrapping twine around their heart just to see them gasp for air, and you're seen as so kind for it. You get to coo and crone "No no sweetheart, it's okay, let it out, you can cry for me, you don't have to be strong" talking down to them like they're a child, reducing someone to the barest layers of their truama only to build them back up again so that they worship you.
They then start to notice the things you tell them, in a way you make them see themself the way you do, you change them so irreversibly that amidst all the praise and wordless affirmation, your hand is forever in their head, like a parasite.
Whumpee who, prior to being kidnapped, talked a lot about things like "Fate" and "Destiny", like subscribing to the belief that eveyone has a life path that they follow, knowingly or not. Maybe it's a religious thing, or just a personal belief they subscribe to.
Cut to Whumper, someone who's in Whumpee's life, and hears them talk about this idea of fate often.
Cut to Whumper taking Whumpee.
Cut to Whumper tormenting whumpee.
Taunting Whumpee.
"This is just the plan for you my dear! I'm so sorry but it's our paths, you and I cannot choose them"
At every stop and turn, every boot to Whumpee's ribs ans slash at their arms. Mocking their belief, throwing their words back at them, using Whumpee's belief as fuel for Whumper's torment.
Whumpee who forsakes that belief pretry quickly, who begs for Whumper to let them go.
"Please! There's nothing higher, there's no one, please just let me go, please make it stop!"
Whumper who uses that against Whumpee.
Once you sacrifice one belief, how easy it is to sacrifice more and more.
Whumper whe steals away everything that Whumpee was, just for fun, ruining them, changing them, and then just abandoning them.
Maybe letting them go in some foreign country, or killing them, or even just being so sure of themself that they just put Whumpee back into their own life, sure that the broken toy won't speak a word of what happened.
shout out to "i need to sit down" btw. shout out to the whumpees who cannot catch their breath, whether panic or dread or pain or exhaustion keeps them heaving and gasping for air, who whisper "i can't" as they slump to the floor. shout out to whumpees only held up by teammates, trying their best to look strong, but reaching a point where all they can say is "down, please, let me down--". do you see the vision
Whumpee who's escaped Whumper, or at least the massive manor that Whumper has been keeping Whumpee in.
Whumpee who's running through the woods, running hard because Whumper is after them. Whumpee who's stumbling over roots, feet scraped and torn to hells and back because they were never allowed shoes. Whumpee who's arms are bleeding and bruised from covering their face from branches whipping past their face. Whumpee who's crying because they're outside for the first time in months, because the sun is beautiful, the air smells amazing, and they feel so free from everything.
Whumpee who breaks out from the woods into a field, bare feet pounding against the ground, arms swinging with their sprint. Whumpee who's breathing so hard. Whumpee who hasn't even exercised in the slightest in months of containment. Whumpee who knows their body can go further, but their body is weaker than they remember.
Whumpee who stumbles, rolling in the dirt, their body spent and exausted, they couldn't even get up if they wanted to, just laying on their back looking up at the sun, and feeling betrayed by their own body. Whumpee who's mind is screaming at them to get up, to keep going, don't stop.
Whumpee who couldn't even move their head as they heard Whumper break through into the clearing. Whumpee who's crying again, silent angry tears at themself. Whumper who strides right up to where Whumpee is laying, cool as can be, like they were never even worried about Whumpee getting away.
Whumper who knew that Whumpee had run the wrong way, there was miles upon miles of forest out this way, and with the tracking chip Whumper had put in Whumpee, Whumper was never worried, better to just let the stupid thing wear itself out.
Ready to come home pet? It's warm now, but the nights get so cold, and there's so many dangerous things out here, so many things to hurt you. Well, so many new things to hurt you, let's get you back to your cage, you've made me late for tea, we'll have to rectify this behavior later.
We need to talk more about loneliness in whump. But not just the “oh I haven’t seen anyone in a while” kind of loneliness.
A dehumanized Whumpee, perhaps a pet or living weapon, feels isolated because no one actually talks to them. Maybe Whumper talks at them, but no one really talks to them. People need socialization. And they just don’t get that. Not like they need to.
A famous whumpee who just doesn’t have any real friends. No They have people around them, people who love them, but no one who knows them. They have no one to be their self with.
A whumpee who’s gone through something they can’t talk about. Maybe it’s shame, blackmail, a threat to the ones they care about. Maybe it’s still going on. And whumpee can’t tell anyone, even though they might be surrounded by people who want to help, who care. And they feel so very alone.
Follow up idea, A whumpee who is alone as such, with a whumper who does talk to them.
The contrast, the to and fro, I like the idea of a famous wumpee, somehow kidnapped from their home by a crazed fan, or better yet, a rival in the industry. Despite the torment, the beatings, the cutting, the litteral hell whumpee is being put through, Whumper does talk to them, listens to them, in some twisted fucked up way, whumpee has come to crave whumper's conversation.
I want to see more characters breaks down after something happens, I want the Hero to be able to take down the villain, despite talking about something traumatic to the hero. That sort of stuff, I want characters who still get the job done, and once they're done being paraded about through the town, and celebrated, and feasted with, they're alone in their room for the first time in what feels like forever, and they don't have to mask anymore, they let go, break down, crumble to their knees, clutch their chest, and sob, wail, cry and go weak. I want a hero to stay in their room for days after, unable to pull themselves out of the funk, one last bleeding wound the villain gouged in their mind.
thank you both for always tagging and including me <3333
both picrews look so cute and stunning, each showcasing your personalised identities beautifully. i love how they both express a slight cheekiness ~ @bpd-kitty & @strawberribunni3
1. do the picrew here, however you see yourself
2. put 3-6 emojis of your liking (if u can)
3. say something nice about prev’s picrew!! <- the most important step
4. tag anyone!
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tagging: @whimsicaldaydreamss @miwwk @bunniegloom @puredollheart @meositta @delusionalbestie @anqelicbf @babybunnywings + anyone else who wants to join (ps. no pressure <3)
This was fun. I love the picrew things! Yours is very cute!
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@antii-me @bluesolitude @desvinity @puppyjaws @gizmosan @a3phiroth @doll-unadulterated @ughreallycutecryptid @throne0fglass I'm not sure who all to tag so ill just put a few but anyone that sees this can participate if you'd like ^^
Yours is so freaking adorable and aloof! 🥹🫂 hoodie life for evaaa 🩵
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I loveeee this so much it’s so fun & adorable! I might even update my pfp! 🙈🙈 ahh so easy 🥹
I really am not sure who to tag! So everyone is open to play! But here are some homies maybeee: @softestbigbro, @nurglesgifts, @obligatoryhonesty, @fullmetalatlas-blog-blog
I wasn't tagged (how dare you I love picrew and dress up games) but I made mine anyway!
For @softestbigbro I obvi have to bring up the whole vampire look!! At least that's what I think it is. I especially like that it's not all dark and Gothic which isn't usually something you'd see. It makes me wonder if you would have hair like that in an ideal world, it's also one of my favorite colors!
I'm tagging: @oldermenloveralways @foncethefool and @breadshot 💕
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